| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
YooChun rubbed at his eyes groggily, walking into the kitchen habitually. Like the nine hundred and seventy two days before this one, he grabbed a seemingly clean cup off of the counter and placed it on the table. He stopped to rub his face, before he turned around to grab the coffee pot off of the boiler.
Only to find it gone.
Squinting, YooChun turned around to face his cup, only to find it full, and a certain information drone standing beside it expectantly.
“HOLY FUCK”-
“Would you like sugar or milk in your caffeine beverage?” she asked politely, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Do not be fooled, YooChun thought to himself, stealthily reaching behind his back for his gun. She is merely imitating innocence to kill you.
Wait. Info drone? Killing people? That wasn’t in the newscast.
YooChun looked around, hoping somewhat vainly that he was still dreaming. He was thinking erratically, so that was a definite plus in the sleeping theory. He was usually pretty level headed.
Everything looked normal – but then again, he’d had pretty realistic dreams before. He squinted a little, looking for anything out of place other than the drone. Everything seemed in place. The drone was even holding the pot of coffee.
He suddenly hit himself.
She gasped and grabbed his hand, nearly dropping the coffee pot in the process. “Why are you hitting yourself sir?”
YooChun gaped.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”-
“Shut up she’s staying,” Changmin muttered nonchalantly as he entered the kitchen. He grabbed the cup on the table – YooChun’s cup – and brought it to his lips, blowing on it before he took a hesitant sip. “Needs sugar,” he commented, placing it back down. The drone seemed to take noticed of this, and YooChun watched speculatively as she wobbled to the counter and opened different containers. She licked her finger and pushed it into one of them, before placing it in her mouth. She winced, closing the container and picked up the other one.
“So I’m not asleep?” YooChun asked, hoping Changmin would say he was.
“Nope,” Changmin replied curtly.
“So, what, you disassembled her, removed the data, and rebuilt her to be a…” he trailed off, watching as the girl started spooning the unnamable white powder into his coffee cup. “Maid?” he finished.
Changmin scrunched up his face, “Never dissembled her in the first place. Turns out she’s human.” The both of them looked at her, realizing then that the coffee had spilled over the cup and was now on the table, and that the cup was leveled off perfectly with white powder. Changmin lifted an eyebrow, “A poorly adjusted human, but human, nonetheless.”
The girl turned to look at YooChun with wide, imploring eyes. She stared at him for a moment, before she smiled. “Hello, I am Six,” she spoke, before she stopped and covered her mouth. She looked at Changmin and winced, hanging her head and cringing softly.
YooChun gave Changmin a look, “Uh… so what is said poorly adjusted human doing, egghead?”
Changmin merely shook his head. “What are you doing Six?”
Her hands fell from her mouth, and she peeked up at Changmin from beneath her bed of hair. She then quickly looked at YooChun, only to notice he was wearing the same confused expression. She straightened up a bit. “You are not choosing to punish me?”
YooChun baulked, and Changmin quirked his eyebrow again. “Punish?” they questioned, simultaneously.
Six nodded, “I have spoken without permission.” That was all she said, before she turned her head down again and awaited her punishment.
“Uh,” YooChun started, placing a hand on her shoulder. She winced. “We’re not going to punish you… uh… ‘Six’.”
Six looked up in wonder, “Really?” She looked between the two of them, hesitantly. “No punishment for Six?”
“No punishment for Six,” Changmin affirmed. “Speak as you wish.”
Her face lit up instantly, as if the was the best present anyone could have given her. “Really?” she asked, but somehow she didn’t doubt that he was kidding. Changmin nodded as YooChun held out his hand.
“By the way, I’m YooChun,” he greeted. Six looked at him oddly, pinching one of his fingers.
“YooChun sir, why is you’re hand stuck like this?” YooChun blinked, sending a look Changmin’s way.
“You’re supposed to shake it,” he informed her. She looked at him funny.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked, to which he stopped to think about it. After a long while, he shrugged and dropped his hand.
“I don’t know, actually,” he admitted, “that’s just what you do when you meet someone.”
Six nodded in understanding, looking as if she was mentally chastising herself. Changmin was about to say something else, when the three were suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched scream. YooChun groaned.
“Morning, Su,” Changmin greeted casually. Junsu stood under the kitchen doors, looking between them all in horror.
“What’s she still doing here?!” he screeched, to which YooChun rolled his eyes, grabbing the cup off of the counter and bringing it over to the sink to be disposed of.
“Shut the fuck up, she’s cute.”
Junsu seemed to not believe what he was seeing; he turned to look at Changmin, who merely shrugged and walked out of the room. YooChun was quick to follow, and suddenly, Junsu found him all alone in a room with a foreign invader.
He stared suspiciously. “Um…”
The girl suddenly smiled and wobbled over to him, tripping over her feet as if she were unused to them, holding out her and proclaiming loudly ‘I am Six!”
Junsu blanked, “You’re how old?”
Six stared for a moment, confused, before she tried again. “I am Six.”
“Oh,” he spoke, “I’m twenty-two.”
Six stared in puzzlement, unsure of how she should respond. Did he give her his full name? She didn’t understand why there were so many syllables. She tried to think of something to say, and finally settled on “That is a weird name.”
“Your ‘name’ is Six?!” Junsu clarified, looking peculiarly at her. When she nodded, he let out a breath of relief. “Oh thank God, I was starting to think I was a bad person!” He awaited a laugh. He got none. Six tilted her head.
“Why did you think you were a bad person, Twentytwo?” She slurred the two numbers together in a way that made him cringe.
“No, my name’s Junsu. Junsu.” He repeated it again, just to be clear. Her eyes widened, and she held her hand out for him again.
“It is nice to meet you, Junsu!” she exclaimed. He grabbed her hand, and she quickly shook their hands from side to side. Though he was almost positive a handshake was supposed to be up-and-down, she seemed to know what she was doing, and so he chose not to say anything.
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08.07.09.